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What Were You Eating New Year’s…New YEAR’S EVE?

HAPPY NEW YEAR, BIBBLES!!!

How did you celebrate the last day of the 2012? I celebrated it by eating AND drinking! Do you want to know what I ate-slash-drank? If you do not, then you are reading the wrong blog. If this is the case…please leave. Just go…I don’t wanna talk to you anymore.

ANYWIZZLE.

I began the last day of last year with lots of bread!

Some baked brie…

With apricot preserves, natch.

With apricot preserves, natch.

 

NEXT: An unnecessary croissant.

I did not need this.

I did not need this.

 

THEN: Some necessary OJ and champagne.

I needed this.

I needed this.

 

AND FINALLY:  A Rueben Crepe. WHAT?! YES. THAT’S RIGHT? I AM GREAT AT PICKING THINGS OFF MENUS.

With some mustard.

With some mustard.

 

That crepe was actually a little soggy.

Then we took a drive to the city. I didn’t get a picture of all the cows on the beautiful hills… which is a shame…When I pointed them out to Sean, he said: “THE HILLS HAVE COWS!”

I’m sorry I’m not sorry that I laughed at that.

Cow-less hills.

Cow-less hills.

 

Once we reached our hotel, we did what any red-blooded non-terrorist would do…

Some Sorta Chocolate Stout.

Some Sorta Chocolate Stout.

 

Then we walked around and I bought a tacky-fabulous fake leopard coat. Then we went to dinner…which I will present without comment…in pictures.

THE CUCUMBERS TAKE THIS TO THE NEXT LEVEL.

THE CUCUMBERS TAKE THIS TO THE NEXT LEVEL.

I LOVE RAW FISH.

I LOVE RAW FISH AND TAPENADE.

THIS HAS ANCHOVIES IN IT.

THIS HAS ANCHOVIES IN IT.

Don't GnocchIT until you try IT.

Don’t GnocchIT until you try IT.

Party Time.

Party Time.

Oh hai, glitter nails.

Oh hai, glitter nails.

Guess what this is for.

Guess what this is for.

Shhhhhh...

Shhhhhh…

Because there was an after party coming up.

Because there was an after party coming up.

Sean's Dessert.

Sean’s Dessert.

My dessert.

My dessert.

 

And the owner took our picture AND GAVE IT TO US FOR FREE.

The owner was kind of a hipster.

The owner was kind of a hipster.

 

I guess that wasn’t completely comment-less.

Here, have some more pictures:

So festive!

So festive!

Just drinking coffee guys.

Just drinking coffee guys.

Old Blue Eyes, they call him.

“Old Blue Eyes”, they call him.

 

Then we went to a speakeasy and drank punch and champagne and whiskey and saw a burlesque show and had our own table because we are super important.

One drink had leaves.

One drink had leaves.

Nice "e".

Nice “e”.

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR BIBBLES!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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